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#1178
A friend of mine who did coding for an adult entertainment company tried to get a new job only to have a problem with people who didn’t like his former employer (even though he was only responsible for coding and not content).
Funny thing is, this guy was a good family man and had no interest in porn (just the fact that it paid great money and had great benefits). One potential employer asked him why he was leaving such a sweet gig and he said, “Because Take Your Daughter To Work Day is coming up.”
#1177
I was on a second interview a couple years back for this small company close to my home. I and was now interviewing with the sales director. I was pretty nervous. The sales director was telling me about the owner’s love of fine dining, and described him as a “foodie”.
Upon hearing that, I enthusiastically chimed in with, “Oh really, I love food!” He kind of looked at me like, “Okay…don’t we all?” I was a bit embarrassed after that, but he fortunately just moved on with the conversation. It must not have gone too horribly, because I got a job offer…which I declined in order to take the job I’m currently at right now.
#1176
I had a candidate flying in for a final round of interviews for the sales and trading training program at JP Morgan. He was a college senior, a nervous one at that. I should have spotted the quirky behavior a mile away as on the interest section of his resume he listed “Cleaning and straightening my room.” For whatever reason, the Managing Director of one of our more profitable departments, who was an alumni of this kid’s school, insisted he come back to Morgan for a final round.
His flight was late. He hit bad traffic getting to Wall St. in a cab. He missed the lunch with an Analyst opportunity and was hungry. I ordered him a box lunch and gave him my office to use to relax and have a bite to eat in private. He proceeded to shut himself in my coat closet where he ate his lunch and paced in the dark practicing his responses to potential questions in a loud, nervous voice.
We stood outside the door in disbelief. When he was done, about 20 minutes later, he emerged, covered in crumbs and mayo, looking quite disheveled but claiming he was good to go. Needless to say, the rest of the day did not go well for him. Though, now that you have me thinking of it, I just Googled him and he is currently a Managing Director of a major Investment Bank!
#1175
I am a hiring consultant for small companies, who don’t have HR managers. “Dave” was smart and confident but not wise. When I called him to let him know he would not be moved forward, he was obviously surprised but handled the disappointment well.
That did not satisfy him, so he left me a voicemail letting me know that he thought we were making a mistake. He was firm and clearly not happy, but did close by wishing me “Happy Holidays.”
He evidently felt he had still not made his point as shortly after that I got an email from him. The line that stood out: “I see that you are in your fifties which means you are probably going through menopause. I can only conclude that the hot flashes have clouded your judgment and that is why you did not get me in for an interview.”
#1174
While interviewing for the IT staff of a major news organization, the department lead’s last question, slathered with sarcastic gravitas, was “How do you feel about working with the best?” I told him that I’d worked with pompous people before and done alright. I got the job.
#1173
I work in advertising. I had a great first interview with one of two owners of an ad agency that I had my eye on. I was called in for a second interview. I sat in reception after 5 pm so eager to impress the other partner. I waited. I waited some more.
I began to wonder if I had been forgotten when suddenly I could hear raised voices behind one of the doors. The voices became louder and were followed by the sound of a crash. A door opened and out came the man who had originally interviewed me. He gestured that I follow him to his office (which I did with trepidation).
Two hours went by as he lamented and cried over the fact that he and his partner had just split up.
#1172
After graduating college, I interviewed or received a rejection letter from every radio and TV station in Philadelphia, NY, and Baltimore. One day an interview kept me waiting 4 hours then never happened. I was driving home and stopped in at a TV station that had already sent me a rejection letter.
I had nothing to lose. As I walked in the door I was bumped into by a man leaving in a huff. He just quit his job. I explained to the receptionist what I was looking for and she got me an interview immediately with that man’s boss.
We had a terrific conversation but at the end the boss said “I think you’re going to do great in broadcasting, but I have a policy. I never hire kids right out of college. I don’t want to spend the time teaching them.” I had reached the end of my patience.
I stood up, told him where he can stick his job and started to walk out of the room. He ran from around his desk, pulled me back into the room and offered me a job at 50% more than I was asking.
#1171
I had a candidate whose foot fell asleep during our interview. He was clearly uncomfortable wearing dress shoes and sitting with his legs crossed. I could tell he was struggling not to fidget. His loafer fell off under the table.
He was too horrified to do anything about it and he hadn’t fully realized what had happened because (as he later told me) he foot was so asleep he didn’t know until half way out the door he was missing a shoe.
He left like that. One shoe off, all the way down Wall Street, to the subway, 8 blocks back to his apartment. I mailed it back to him. Phoned him as well. Told him he should’ve come back and said “Just trying to get my foot in the door!” or something else clever and endearing.
#1170
We were visiting our daughter at her apartment. Her boyfriend went down to the garage to get something out of his trunk and came back with this experience.
He was in the elevator and the phone started to ring. He answered it and a female voice asked if John Jones was there. You can imagine his puzzled look as he replied, “No, it s just me here in the elevator.”
He thought someone had been in it before him and had a problem and used the phone. Even after hearing that comment she went on to say, “Oh, well you must live in the building, would you be interested in subscribing to the Los Angeles Times?”
“Uh, I’m in an elevator, thanks but NO.” We all fell over laughing when he came back in and told us what just happened to him!
#1169
My friend Anthony thought he’d do better in an interview if he went out drinking the night before; even though he hadn’t landed a job yet. Anthony woke up late for his interview.
After sitting with the interviewer, the mixture of beer, tequila and White Castle started to affect Anthony’s stomach. The urge to pass gas became uncontrollable, so he deployed a test fart. Being quiet, it passed the first test. A few deep breaths later, Anthony was happy that there was no smell. Fart, talk, talk, fart.
Interviewer: Do you need a coffee break or need to use the restroom?
Anthony: Nope. I’m fine.
Interviewer: Are you sure? We’ve got plenty of time if you need to take a break.
Anthony: No, no. I’m good.
Interviewer: O.K.
And then the interviewer reached down and opened up a drawer in his desk. He pulled out a can of air freshener and completely saturated the air with it. Satisfied that the smell was covered, he put the can back and went on with the interview. Anthony walked out humiliated. To this day, his wife still doesn’t know the reason why he didn’t take that job.
#1168
One of my first jobs out of college, I actually telemarketed sides of beef over the telephone! I had no idea what telemarketing was, but I was looking for a job in marketing, so I figured it must be the same thing. Boy was I wrong! We worked 4 hour days.
The first day I only had one old, lonely man interested. I talked him out of it by asking if he really realized just how much beef that was.
The second day, 2 hours into my shift, me and one of the other telemarketers went across the street to get a soda. As I was walking back towards the building, I saw my car. And I just got in and left. They still owe me like $30 bucks for my work!
The joke in my comedy act is. . “I telemarketed sides of beef over the phone. I lasted 6 hours… which gave me seniority!”
#1167
In the old days, prior to any telephone technologies at all beyond the standard rotary dial telephone, my father came up with the best line for telemarketers which is still valid today.
When answering a telemarketing call, he would interrupt and simply say, “I’m sorry. I have three kids in college. I won’t be buying anything today.”
The standard response from the telemarketer? “I’m so sorry!”
#1166
As a wet-behind-the-ears college freshman, I took a job with a University Foundation to work their telethon. The University provided me with a script with answers to common questions. About my third night, I placed a call to Mr. Smith. A woman answered the phone. I identified myself and asked for Mr. Smith. She told me he wasn’t there.
I asked for a good time to call back. She told me he moved, then proceeded to give me his new address. I diligently repeated the address back and she told me it was a cemetery. (I swear I heard crickets chirping as I frantically flipped through my script for a reasonable response, but “cemetery” was nowhere on the page.)
She said, rather bluntly, “My husband’s dead.”
I stuttered, “I’m s-s-s-so sorry.”
Her voice instantly brightened and she said, “Oh, no, honey! That’s a good thing! Now I can read in bed!”
#1165
Several years ago when people were still using their home phones, land lines, right around 5:45 the phone rang. I picked it up figuring it was an important call because who else calls when its dinnertime. There was a person on the other end telling me how I had to answer questions so our household can be better serviced by the phone company. HA!
Anyway I asked the man if I could have his home number so I can bother him during his family dinner, or, better yet, could I bring my family over and we could discuss this very urgent matter! We made a date but never kept it. We politely cancelled and kept in touch. He changed careers soon after.
#1164
When I was first starting out as a telemarketer, at an up & coming accounting software vendor, I was calling a lead and the person’s name was “Suck Yun”, from China.
Determined to make a sale, I called his company, and asked for Suck. The person answering did not understand me (how does Suck translate?), so I repeated myself asking for “Suck Yun” in a louder tone of voice.
Again, I was met with “who” and answered more loudly “Suck.” Finally, exasperated, I gave up, hung up and turned around to the entire sales floor laughing at me.
#1163
In a former career, I used to sell automated attendant and voice messaging systems. The systems would allow us to set up voice ‘mailboxes’ as they were designed to lead callers through multiple menu choices and then take messages for any department and/or users.
I found a novel use for that ability in that whenever I received a call from a telemarketer, I would ask if they could hold for a moment, then would call forward/transfer them to a dummy mailbox I’d set up with the following recording: “Thank you for calling. I’m currently spending quiet time with my family here at home and would appreciate not being disturbed. While I recognize your right to contact people at home (this was before do-not-call lists were created), we do not wish to be disturbed. Please remove us from any call list that you may have and best of luck in your telemarketing career.”
I actually had one telemarketer who had the guts to call right back and expecting some rant, I instead heard “Wow! That was so cool! How did you do that?” I actually spent some time talking with that person….!
#1162
Got a call once from a telemarketer and was trying to be quick witted and get rid of him and I answered, “I’m not home right now.” As soon as I realized what I had said I cracked up laughing and so did the telemarketer. I was laughing so hard I had no other choice but to just hang up.
#1161
Me: I’d like to place and order.
Telemarketer: OK, and your last name?
Me: Alper
Telemarketer: Can you spell that?
Me: Of course. It’s my name!
#1160
My office is in my home. There are two lines–one for business and one for family. A telemarketer, selling pet insurance, called one day when my dear mother was visiting. Because she is hard of hearing, she asked the caller to hold, and urged me to come to the phone.
I grudgingly left my computer, walked to the family phone, listened for a minute, and then said we were not at all interested and hung up.
(At the time, we didn’t even own a pet!) Before I could reach my desk, the family phone rang again. The telemarketer asked, “Is this the sweet older woman I was just talking to?” I said, “No,” and she then screamed, “You B _ _ _ _!”
#1159
I was a telemarketer in college, along with some of my friends and roommates. We all worked together in one tiny room so it wasn’t hard to overhear other callers’ conversations. One in particular is still funny to me about 10 years later…
Sweet, Culturally Sheltered, Female Coworker: Hello? Is Jesus there? [She pronounced it like the biblical "Jesus"]
Coworker: Oh, I’m sorry, Hay-soos. It says Jesus on my paper.
#1158
For my first REAL job, I was working for a major corporation in Pittsburgh, PA. I was late for work once because I fell in a manhole. Luckily, the only thing hurt was my pride. To this day, I’m not sure if my boss ever believed me, but the bus full of people who saw it happen certainly did!
#1157
I am the owner of Peaceful Paws dog training. One of my services is private, in-home coaching where I train people to train their dogs. One day, an hour before our scheduled session, my client called to say, “I’m sorry. I have to cancel our appointment. I forgot that my dog is on vacation.”
I could only picture a Basset Hound lying on the beach sipping a Margarita!
#1156
As a Professional Organizer, my clients give me lots of interesting and creative “reasons” why they have to keep something. This one is the best of all.
A senior client was really wonderful about deciding what not to keep, until it came to an old bed pillow we found in the bottom of the closet. This was not your beautiful silk covered decorator pillow. This was a very old, lumpy and very badly stained ordinary bed pillow. She hugged it to her chest like the Velveteen Rabbit.
“What about this pillow?” she asked, with a painful look. “My grandmother plucked the chickens for this pillow.”
I said, “On the one hand, you have this pillow that reminds you of your grandmother. On the other hand you have a very old pillow that has a lot other things currently living inside it besides chicken feathers.”
“Oh my!” My client screamed, as she threw the pillow on the Toss pile.
#1155
My favorite excuse has always been “I have an eye problem: I just can’t see coming in to work today.”
#1038
My first job out of college landed me with a prominent corporation. I was in the sales department and was considerably younger than anyone else in the office. As a reward to myself for graduating college and landing a great gig, I traded in my old Honda Corsica and bought a new Volkswagen Convertible Beetle; light blue. This purchase only made me stick out more in my office of baby boomers and their Impalas (Plus I was living in Minnesota, so a convertible is an odd choice for someone who is fully aware of how few nice “top down days” there are). The car was also a stick shift, and this was an adjustment for me as I had not driven one for several years.
On one morning I was settling nicely into my office only to be jolted out of my chair by our head of accounting department yelling, “The Beetle, The Beetle!”. I apparently had not left the parking brake on and my pretty little car was rolling down the parking lot and headed towards the CEO’s car. The IT departments, 5 small nerdy but wonderful men, were holding my car back with all their might. I thanked them, got in my car, and had the entire office watch me re-park.
#1037
A few years into my Radio career, when you’ve been in just long enough, to make your ego just big enough, I was called on to be their… “Man at the Fair.” My job was to give live reports and interviews from the fair grounds. One of my first LIVE interviews was with a ventriloquist and his puppet. The interview started, and we were into the thing for about 5 minutes when I asked him how he’d picked this particular puppet…to my surprise the puppet was now talking to me.
What did I do? Moved my microphone over to the puppets face to hear his comment. The ventriloquist started laughing uncontrollably. I wondered why. Then it hit me, for the last 15 seconds I was looking like the biggest dork in the Radio business. Then he said into the mic…“Now who’s the dummy, I bet you’re glad this is Radio.” Point taken and it was a fun way to get knocked down a peg or two.
#1036
Embarrassment came quite a bit closer to home one time when I was on stage at a Los Angeles hotel, finishing up a keynote at an awards dinner for about 400 salespeople. The audience and I were in formal dress, and just as I was concluding my session, I noticed for the first time that I’d neglected to pull up the fly on my tuxedo pants.
What was worse, the audience noticed me noticing it.
I quickly put on a face of comic surprise, and everyone roared. Then, as the laughter died down, I leaned against the podium, nodded knowingly, and said, “Remember the sales strategies we’ve discussed this evening. Remember all the tips and tactics. But above all remember that none of them mean a thing. . . if you don t remember to close.” With that I thanked them and walked off the stage. I got a standing ovation, and for the rest of the evening people were discussing whether or not I d planned the whole incident. Whenever they asked me, I just smiled.
#1035
I was doing my Filling the Glass keynote for a convention at a hotel. Though this was normally a great venue, they were having one of those days. Everything that could go wrong had. I turned the problems into a running, self-deprecating joke at my own expense. That generated a lot of sympathy, the keynote came off extremely well, and I got a great ovation. Then, as scheduled, I went out into the hallway to sign my new book, also titled Filling the Glass, during the break before the next session.
When the doors opened we saw that, in atonement for all the problems, the manager had a huge pyramid of champagne glasses set up. Then the hotel manager himself appeared before the pyramid. He made a short but gracious speech apologizing for the day’s problems. He got a laugh or two, and as his remarks went on he seemed to gain confidence. He added a few very kind words about me. Then, apparently caught up in the moment, he reached over and grabbed the first glass his hand encountered. Unfortunately it was near the bottom of the pyramid. There was a quick gasp from the crowd, then a millisecond of complete silence, followed immediately by the sound of breaking glass and spilling champagne.
#1034
Back in 1980, at the start of my career, I was a traffic reporter on WABC radio in New York City. Since I also was on other stations, I was given the name Jack Packard by legendary Top 40 DJ, Dan Ingram for my WABC reports. All was fine until my first update one Monday morning when I ended my report by blurting out my real name, Bernie Wagenblast. This was live radio and there was no take two.
My mistake caught Dan by surprise and he could hardly stop laughing as I contemplated the end of my career. Fortunately, I did live to broadcast another day but this was my most embarrassing moment on the air.
To give you a better sense of what happened, here’s a link to an aircheck of that fateful report: http://transportcommunications.googlepages.com/JackPackard.mp3
#1033
I was in Shenzhen, China. The custom when first starting a business relationship is a period of socializing over cups of tea to get to know one another, commonly called “smoozing.” As the director of an electronics factory and I socialized, we found that we both were born during the year of the snake (in accordance with the Chinese calendar.) He reminded me that this year, 2001, was the year of the snake. He asked “Are you wearing red underwear?” He said that he didn’t see anything in my outer garments that was red and since this was the year of the snake I should be wearing red everyday for good luck. He couldn’t see my underwear so he was curious. That evening I bought six pairs of red underwear.
I decided to fly out a day early and forgo a day in Hong Kong. I arrived in Seattle the morning of September 11, 2001. If I stayed for that extra day in Hong Kong it would have taken me weeks to return home. The red underwear worked. This was the first of many lucky occurrences that I’ve had over these past eight years; some life saving incidences such as having twice accidentally discovered a cancer before it became too serious to treat. Since September 11, 2001 I wear red underwear every day.
#1032
I own a pet sitting & dog walking business. One of my clients had two older dogs that I had to cook for. I didn’t mind doing this. How hard is it to cook some chicken and rice? Harder than I thought. I started a small stove fire & my first thought was, “Oh my God the house is going up in flames, I’ve got to get the pets out”. Obviously my first thought should have been, “Call the fire department!’ which I did. While waiting for their arrival all I could think of was that, because of me, this $950,000 home was going to burn to the ground. Yea, fire department arrived, entered and put out the fire. By this time I’m just a mess. That must have been unbeknown to the firefighters because they all wanted me to leave the pets and come to the firehouse and cook for them. I still don’t know why they wanted a cook that almost burned the house down.
#1031
A few years back my PR firm was working with one local cable station with the young reporter who came out to one of the fairs. During a break the reporter saw that we had this three story tall slide;the kind that kids go down on burlap sacks. It had rained the night before and the slide was really slick. We wanted to do it for an opening shot, so I let him.
The wet slick surface allowed him to really pick up speed. He hit the first of three bumps and gets a little airborne but still in control. Then hits the second, more height and a little out of control. Then, he hits the third bump, he gets some real airtime, and is totally out of control. The bottom of the slide is a huge pool of water. Going probably 25 or 30 miles an hour he hits the water. The water covers the camera, shorts it out, and the shot never makes the air. He is covered with water and we have to do another three segments. I only wish I had the video or some photos. Lesson we learned from this was, trust your instincts and if something does not look right don’t let over enthusiastic reporters do what they want.
#1030
My husband & I started our own business publishing a golfer’s cookbook and we expanded our product line to include a variety of golf-themed grilling merchandise. Last Spring, we were chosen as a vendor for one of the most prestigious golf resorts in Southern California. We offered to hand-deliver their order. Our company is internet-based, so we had no actual means of delivering their gifts other than our family minivan.
We personalized their gifts and spent days meticulously tying hundreds of raffia bows on each gift. I pulled up to the valet and waited patiently while the hotel staff unloaded the boxes for me. I heard a sound like exploding bottle rockets coming from the back of my car. Our perfectly wrapped gifts were lying all over the parking lot of this highly esteemed resort. I was sure I saw several hotel guests glance at me like I was Ellie May from the Beverly Hillbillies. My husband had only single-taped the bottoms of the boxes and they gave out with the weight of the gifts. So our perfect presentation of gifts turned into a nightmarish pile of books, rubs, bows and debris. Since then, no box has left our office without sufficient tape to withstand an explosion and we no longer offer complimentary delivery service to any of our clients.
#1029
When my daughter was born I shut down my offices, moved my employees/freelancers back to their respective homes and set up an office in the house. No one knew. Sure, the occasional doorbell or dog bark would blow my cover but all and all my clients and reporters figured I was still in my offices. Until one day….
Big conference call, lots of people, speaker phone and in walks my 2 year old and announces….”Mom, I’ve got itchy butt.”
That pretty much ended my “they don’t know I work from home” secret!
#1028
I am a loan officer and am always going in 10 different directions which allows little time for me to keep up with simple finishing touches such as painting my nails. It was before an early morning office meeting when I decided to add a clear coat of nail polish to my nails that I just painted in my elevator on the way to work. I know men usually don’t particularly care for the smell so I tried to rush though all 10 fingers before the odor permeated throughout the office. Well, my boss walks in and I think to myself how I’m about to get a lecture on how I need to do these kind of activities outside the office. I quickly put the lid back on the bottle and set it down on my desk. My boss takes a seat across my desk and proceeds to take the bottle of nail polish and opens it up to take a big sniff. “I love this smell!” he says. It took me about 2 minutes to pull myself together after laughing hysterically. You never can assume people’s likes and dislikes!
#1027
My funny story should be titled ‘lost in translation.” In my landscape business, I work with Spanish speaking crews. One time, on a job site, I needed to take the foreman to another job site and wanted to tell one of the other guys that he was now in charge. So, in my best Spanish, I said to him “Estas encargada” - which should translate to ‘you are in charge’… However, I left our the ‘r’ and intead said ‘Estas encagada’ - which means ‘You are constipated.” The entire crew busted out laughing and started asking each other if they needed to go to the bathroom! Ha ha! So much for my ‘working Spanish’!
#1026
We sell live plants, specifically bamboo. A customer bought some plants and called four months later to let us know that they were alive but weren’t doing very well. All of the leaves were yellow and there was no new growth. Our sales manager asked him the usual questions about watering, fertilization, sunlight, and drainage. The customer assured her that he was providing all of the necessary elements needed for the plants to survive. Our sales manager asked the customer if the bamboos were still in their containers. “Oh no,” he said, “You told me that they did not like to be containerized so I took care of that the day I brought them home.” Tracy was stumped so she asked the customer to email her photographs. Ten minutes later, the email arrived. Sure enough, the photos revealed that the customer did provide his bamboos with plenty of all of the necessary elements. Also obvious was that the three bamboo plants were out of the nursery container but were lined up on the concrete surface of his patio! Most of the soil was washed off of the roots due to his dutiful watering. We now advise our customers to take their plants out of their containers AND also plant them in their garden, in the GROUND.
#1025
E-mail that was accidentally sent to 220 people, instead of the 7 intended recipients: Hello everyone, as most of you know, Carolina and I are going to Vegas this weekend. It is always possible that we may not return. In the event of this, (think possible mobster kidnapping, or martini overdose, or both), we would like to spread our accounts to the whole department. Some very special accounts include (*client*) or (*other client*). The lucky recipients of these accounts will be delighted for years to come. It is also possible we will get lucky on the slot machines, in which case we will also spread our wealth amongst the department. Ok, maybe not. (Settle down, Carolina!) If anyone would like to go with me to Vegas, please submit your request to Heather Laughter. (Note: The boss, who got this email, always says to do this.) In the event that we do return, please keep all loud conversations to a minimum. We will surely be nursing headaches, and need to have a serene environment. For that reason, I am submitting another request to Turner, to deem Monday “Silence Day”. The phones will be rendered inoperable, and all communication will be done via post-it notes. Thank you for your support, and perhaps we will see you all soon, Jessica P.S. You know you all wish you were coming! YYEEE–hhaaaa!!!!!
#1024
One of the funniest moments from years ago and STILL makes me laugh. Context: I help people with their resumes. They send me their document along with a desired job posting and I help them align the two for best results. Situation: Young guy sends me his resume, and one of his work experiences was working in a grocery store stocking shelves. For job title, he wrote “Stalker” and when I pointed it out, he turned red in the face and blamed spell-check. He’d sent it out many times before it came to my attention and I couldn’t help wondering about the facial expressions of the prospective employers.
#1023
We were staying at the townhouse and had a meeting that evening with one of the world’s top art collectors. I decided to catch a nap so that I would be fresh that evening. I overslept and when my wife realized that I was still not dressed she told me to get dressed fast. As we were hurriedly driving to our big appointment, I kept complaining that my jeans were too tight. My wife looked over and said that I must have put on her jeans. I said no and that my jeans must have shrunk in the dryer. She leaned over to my side of the car, unbuttoned my pants, and pulled down the zipper so that she could prove by the label that she was right. All of a sudden we heard a crash next to us. When we looked, we saw a school bus full of kids looking our way. The bus had banged into the car in front of it. Apparently looking over and seeing a hot blond with her head in my lap was just too much of a distraction to the bus driver. I also imagine that a lot of parents had to give their kids the “talk”that night. We made it to our appointment on time. I never sat down.
NOTE: They were in stop-and-go traffic, and were stopped!
#1014
WHY GAS PRICES ARE SO HIGH RIGHT NOW
A lot of folks can’t understand how we came to have an oil shortage here in America. Well, there’s a very simple answer…..Nobody bothered to check the oil. We just didn’t know we were getting low. The reason for that is purely geographical. Our oil is in Alaska, Texas, California, and Oklahoma. Our dipsticks are in Washington DC.
#1013
UPPER MANAGEMENT TRAINING
An Indian walks into a cafe with a shotgun in one hand pulling a male buffalo with the other and says to the waiter, “Want coffee.” The waiter says, “Sure chief, coming right up.” He gets the Indian a tall mug of coffee. After drinking the coffee down in one gulp, the Indian turns and blasts the buffalo with the shotgun, then just walks out. The next morning the man returns. He has his shotgun in one hand pulling another male buffalo with the other. He walks up to the counter and says to the waiter, “Want coffee.” The waiter says, “Whoa, Tonto! We’re still cleaning up your mess from yesterday. What the heck was all that about, anyway?” The Indian smiles and proudly says, “Training for upper management position. Come in, drink coffee, shoot the bull, leave mess for others to clean up, disappear for rest of day.”
Updated: August 28, 2009
